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I'm Here

Having Jaskier with him when the werewolf attacked had not been his plan.
Geralt also hadn't been prepared for the attack, only noticing the scent when the beast came pouncing towards them.

Pushing Jaskier behind him, his silver sword poised, Geralt met the claws head-on.
The bard quickly grabbed Roach's reigns and moved into the treeline to not hinder the Witcher.
The werewolf didn't seem to like that, though.
He kept trying to get past Geralt at every turn, but the Witcher always met him with the sword.

Growling, the white-haired male kept his gaze trained on the beast while his ears listened to Jaskier's heartbeat.
Fear clotted the air, and Geralt's mind screamed at him to keep Jaskier safe and make sure that he was happy once more. That meant killing the werewolf!
But that godsdamned beast was rather fast, and Jaskier's scent seemed to drive it even wilder.

In the end, one misplaced step was all it took to give the wolf the upper hand in their struggle.
Geralt lost his footing, the werewolf pounced over his fallen form, and Roach screeched in shock.

"Jaskier, run!"

But he didn't get an answer.
Immediately, Geralt jumped to his feet and whirled around to face the beast again.
Oh, so Jaskier had for once listened to his endless lectures concerning his health...

The bard was sitting on a high branch of the closest tree.
The werewolf was growling and drooling as it tried to climb up too - without much success.

"Jask?"
"I'm okay, just... Please."

Geralt didn't need any more words.
He tightened the grip around his sword's handle and charged towards the beast.
It was so caught up in the hunt that it didn't see its death coming.
The head fell to the ground before the rest of the beast's body followed.

Jaskier didn't move.

"Jask? Can you come down?"
"Catch me?"

Geralt held out his arms and waited for his bard to jump into them.
Catching him easily, Geralt let him cling to him while he walked over to Roach, who had calmed down by now.

"You're good, Jask. I'm here."
"I know, I know... I just can't-"
"Shh, it's okay."

Geralt gently petted Jaskier's back.
He hadn't often seen the human this shocked, but an angry werewolf would do that to anyone.

"Just remember, I will always protect you."

Jaskier raised his head from where it had laid on the Witcher's shoulder to look at the other man.

"Thanks. I know you wouldn't let it get me."

Then he gently placed his lips on Geralt's.
The Witcher's brain short-circuited.
Was this really happening? Was the man he'd fallen for really kissing him?!
Then he told his brain to shut up and kissed the bard back with equal fervour.
Jaskier shivered and slowly traced his tongue along Geralt's bottom lip.
The kiss grew more heated, their tongues fighting for dominance.
As they broke apart, Jaskier giggled breathlessly.

"Didn't expect you to be so interested..."
"Why not?"

Jaskier simply raised an eyebrow at him.
Geralt smiled sheepishly.

"I'm up to almost anything with you.", he confided quietly.
"Really?"

The Witcher smiled and carefully caressed Jaskier's cheek.

"Yes, Jask. I really like you..."
"I like you too, Geralt!"
"Glad to hear that. Can I put you down now, though? 'Cause I'd really like us to reach the next village before sundown."
"Oh, of course. Sorry."

Geralt placed the bard on the ground next to him but didn't let go of his waist.
Jaskier looked at him questioningly but smiled when Geralt pressed another kiss to his lips.

They reached the next town a few miles from the clearing and luckily managed to get a room at the Inn.

While Geralt took care of Roach, Jaskier went to secure them some dinner and money by singing.
So, when the Witcher came inside, he was greeted by the voice of his bard and the content occupants of the room.
As soon as he sat down, a barmaid came by and put two bowls with stew, a plate with bread, and two tankards down.
Geralt frowned, but the barmaid simply signed towards Jaskier with a smile.
The bard was just finishing his song, bowed to the audience and then walked over to Geralt.

"So, how was I?"
"Fantastic, and you know it."
"I do, but I love hearing it from you."

Geralt shook his head in fond amusement while pushing one of the bowls towards his companion.

"Eat."
"Thank you."

They ate in relative silence since Jaskier couldn't be quiet for long until the bard decided to sing some more.
Geralt watched.
He had to admit that watching Jaskier had become one of his favourite pass-times.
The soft smiles, the gleaming eyes, the happy scent.
Oh, Jaskier's scent was so addicting...
Geralt had had to keep himself from smelling the bard too often to count.
Maybe he could do that now? Or was that too weird?
Stuck in his thoughts, the Witcher didn't notice Jaskier finishing his set.

"Geralt? Hey, are you asleep?"
"Huh?"
"Hey, I wondered whether you want to go to bed too."
"Oh, yeah. Let's go."

Jaskier smiled and followed Geralt as he walked upstairs and into their room.
As soon as the door closed behind them, the atmosphere turned slightly awkward.

"So... um..."
"Jask..."

The human looked up, and Geralt gently kissed him.
Jaskier melted against him, the happy lavender scent intensifying.
They broke apart, and without thinking, Geralt buried his nose in Jaskier's neck, inhaling deeply.
The bard giggled.

"What?"
"You really are a wolf! So cute."
"I'm not-"
"Oh, you are, and you can smell me. Or whatever it's called."
"Isn't it weird?"
"Maybe, but when have we ever been normal?"

Geralt laughed softly and tightened his arms around Jaskier's waist.
They stayed like this for a while until Jaskier started squirming.

"Let's go to bed. We can cuddle some more then."
"Really?"
"Yes, Geralt. I like cuddles - especially from you."

He pressed another kiss to the Witcher's mouth before going to his bag to get out his nightclothes.
Geralt also went to get redressed.
Just as he pulled his shirt off, he heard Jaskier swear before the metallic scent of blood filled the air.
Surprised and worried, the Witcher turned to his bard.
Jaskier was standing near the bed, pants on the floor and foot on the small chair near the fireplace.

"Jask?"
"It's nothing."
"Really?"
"Yeah, just a small cut."

Geralt was at Jaskier's side by now and glanced at his inner thigh.
Yep, there certainly was a wound there.

"The werewolf?"
"Yeah. I kicked it, but its claw got me... I opened again as I pulled the pants off."

Geralt nodded and gently pushed Jaskier to sit on the bed.

"I'll get the healing salve."
"I don't need that! It's just a small cut - it'll heal on its own."

The Witcher considered the human and nodded.
Then he kneeled down between Jaskier's spread legs.

"Geralt...", the bard stuttered, a blush covering his cheeks.
"Hm?"
"What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, the white-haired male simply ducked his head down and licked over the cut.
Jaskier made a choked-off noise, but his scent stayed the same, so Geralt continued.

"Love, what-"
"Being a Witcher has its perks... Healing attributes, for example."
"Healing saliva is what you're telling me?"

Geralt nodded before licking again.
This time, Jaskier's scent changed. The Witcher grinned.
The spicy tang of arousal was unmistakable.

"G-Geralt, I think that's enough."
"Really? You seem to like my mouth down here."

Jaskier blushed brightly.
Geralt grinned into the soft skin of his bard's thigh.

"Don't you?"
"Geralt... Stop taunting me! I know you can smell it.", Jaskier whined.
"Yeah, I can, but I want your spoken consent before doing anything else."

The bard's blush intensified some more, but he kept looking at Geralt with a soft smile.

"I'd like it if you continued. If you want to."
"You can't imagine how long I've been wanting to do this."

Jaskier chuckled and leant down to kiss Geralt once more, who happily returned the kiss.
But the Witcher's hands didn't stay idle this time.
Slowly he moved them up to Jaskier's chest.
The first touch made the bard shiver.
The responses grew more pronounced as Geralt moved up until he reached Jaskier's neck.
The whimpers and moans he released as Geralt's hands almost reverently mapped out his body spoke of pure arousal.
And they were utterly addictive...

"Geralt...", Jaskier breathed out as they broke apart from another kiss.

It was half plea, half demand.

"What?"
"Get your head back down. Please."

The Witcher smirked and lowered his head down to the smooth thighs again.
He sucked hickeys into the skin, causing Jaskier to moan and sigh as his hands tangled in Geralt's hair.

"Not what I meant..."
"I know. Enjoy it, though."
"You're a brute!"

Geralt chuckled before leering at the beautiful human above him.

"If you're patient, I might just pound you into the bed."

The spicy scent clotted the air, and Jaskier's pupils - that had already been large - dilated even more.

"Sound like a plan?", the Witcher smirked.
"Yeah..."
"Good. Remember, patience is the key."
"And you know that I'm no good at patience!"

Geralt chuckled before gently lifting Jaskier up and shifting him to lie on the bed.

"I do."
"Brute..."

The Witcher retaliated with a soft bite to the soft flesh of Jaskier's neck.
The bard moaned before melting into the mattress.

"See? Not so hard, is it?"

Jaskier whimpered in answer and reached for Geralt, who grabbed one hand with his and squeezed.
Then he lowered his head back to the thighs but instead of lingering there, he slowly nosed towards the source of the spicy scent.
Pushing the shirt up until Jaskier got the hint and pulled it off, Geralt kept his eyes on Jaskier's face as he slowly mouthed right at the base of his bard's erect cock.

"Geralt..."
"Hm?"

The vibrations caused the human to shudder.

"What do you need me to do to make you lose it?"

Geralt frowned.

"Why?"
"Urg, you're so put-together! I- I want to have an effect on you too! I mean, look at me - and you haven't even done all that much..."

Oh, that was the problem.
The Witcher chuckled.

"Oh, little lark, you are affecting me. I just want to take care of you."
"But you-"
"Ah, no. I get as much out of this as you do. But fine. What would you like to do?"

Jaskier stared at him for a moment before smirking.

"Really?"
"Yeah- Woah!"

Geralt was surprised at how quick Jaskier could be as he was pushed onto his back with his human above him.
Jaskier was still grinning unholily.

"Tell me if you don't like it."
"Yeah, but what-"

Geralt couldn't finish his sentence as Jaskier had moved down and palmed him through his pants.
Then he swiftly opened the ties and freed the Witcher's arousal.

"See your effect?"
"Yeah...", Jaskier breathed before licking a stripe up the erect cock.

Geralt shivered.

"Jask..."

The bard didn't stop licking, and Geralt had to fist the sheet to keep from moving his hips, but Jaskier slapped at his hands and led them to his hair.

"You can move your hips. I like that."

Oh... Oh!
The growl left Geralt's throat without permission, but Jaskier's scent intensified as he gripped the chestnut locks tighter and carefully nudged the human towards his arousal again.
Jaskier opened his mouth, and as the velvet heat surrounded his cock, Geralt's brain shut down.

He pulled Jaskier up again before pressing him down and- Fuck! The human went all the way.

"No gag reflex?"

Jaskier simply hummed an answer that sent the most electrifying feeling down Geralt's cock.

"Jask- Oh, fuck!"

Jaskier's eyes twinkled humorously, and he pushed down on Geralt's cock again and swallowed.
Geralt moaned and accidentally pushed Jaskier down even further.
But instead of coming up again, the bard's scent spiked and Geralt could see his eyes roll back.

"You really like it..."

Another soft moan was the answer, but Geralt needed this straight.
He pulled Jaskier up and looked him in the eyes.

"You like that."
"Yeah... I- I have a thing for strength and domination. But more in the sense of being held down and not being commanded around. Is that bad?"
"No, I just wanted to know... I might have a thing for seeing you go down on me. And possibly for keeping you underneath me."
"Possibly? Should we test that theory?"

Geralt grinned wolfishly and pressed Jaskier into the mattress again.

"Maybe we should."
"Thre's oil in my bag..."
"Prepared, aren't we?"

The Witcher blindly grasped for the bag until he could pill it onto the bed to rummage through it.

"I'm always prepared!"
"I'm beginning to see that..."
"Geralt?"
"Hm?"
"You're overdressed...", Jaskier whined, pulling on Geralt's pants to emphasise his point.

The Witcher chuckled and pushed the bag down to the ground before standing up to get rid of the offending article of clothing.
Jaskier leered as he slowly slipped the pants down.

"Like what you see?"
"Always."
"Good."

Geralt kissed his bard again and softly traced his hands over Jaskier's body, causing moans and whimpers to escape the musician's throat.

"You're beautiful, Jask..."
"Thank you, handsome."

The Witcher chuckled roughly and grabbed Jaskier's butt to haul him into his lap.
He grabbed the vial with oil and carefully dribbled some onto his hand.

"Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?"
"Yeah, just get on with it, please!"

Geralt chuckled at Jaskier's desperation but carefully prodded at his hole with one slicked-up finger.
Then he carefully pressed in.
Jaskier whimpered and immediately tried to rut down on the thick digit, but Geralt's grip on his hip kept him still.

"Patience, Jaskier. No need to rush - we have all night."

And hopefully many more, he thought.
Jaskier whined wordlessly but conceded, stopping his futile attempts at moving his hips.

"Good... So good for me."

As a reward, Geralt slowly started to move his finger before adding another one.
This time Jaskier didn't immediately try to rut down, but after a few moments, he looked at the Witcher pleadingly - ever so slightly rolling his hips.
Geralt grinned and began to move and scissor his fingers until Jaskier was trashing uncontrollably while breathlessly begging the Witcher to continue.

"Geralt- Oh gods! Please... Love, I can't-"
"Shh, I'm here."

He gently eased another digit inside, and Jaskier sobbed in relief.
From there, Geralt hurried a bit as his own arousal was growing painful.
Jaskier was drooling by the time his lover slicked up his own cock.

"Jask?"
"Hm..."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just get inside me. Please, love."

Jaskier wound his arms around Geralt's neck, and the Witcher breathed in their joined scents of sex and love.
He pulled the musician's arms from his neck and interlaced his hands with Jaskier's, pressing them into the mattress above his head.

"Ready?"
"Yeah."
"I love you."

Jaskier's mouth opened, and his eyes widened, but Geralt didn't give him time to retort - he pushed in.
He groaned as the velvety heat surrounding his member squeezed, and Jaskier moaned loudly as he trembled beneath Geralt.

"Geralt!"
"Good?"
"Yes, but you're mean!", the bard whined.
"Why?"
"I wanted to say it first!"

Geralt frowned before blushing.
That had been entirely unintentional... He hadn't planned to say it - it had just slipped out.

"Sorry... You can say it back first, though." Jaskier huffed but smiled.
"I love you too, Geralt."

The white-haired male grinned happily and kissed Jaskier again.
When they broke apart, Jaskier carefully mouthed at his Witcher's neck.

"Can you pound me into the mattress now?"
"With pleasure!"

Geralt positioned Jaskier's legs on his shoulders and then pinned the musician's hands above his head again.
Jaskier's breathing hitched.
Geralt started moving - first slowly, but when Jaskier started meowling and crying out in pleasure, his thrusts sped up.
Soon he was fucking into Jaskier with so much force, that one of his hands had to keep the bard from moving up the bed by gripping his hip tightly.

"Geralt! Oh, gods... Please!"
"You can cum whenever you want."
"With you! Want you to cum - fuck! - to cum inside me!"

Geralt felt his arousal spile at the words and ducked his head to kiss Jaskier once more.
He let go of the wrists in his hand to wrap his hand around Jaskier's weeping erection.
The musician messily kissed back, but the moans flowing from his throat caused them to break apart.

"Geralt! Love, please... Oh, gods, I'm gonna cum!"
"Me too."

He felt Jaskier stiffen before the hot wetness of his release hit their stomachs.
The scent and Jaskier's blissed-out expression pushed him into ecstasy.
As he came down from his high, he noticed that he'd stopped supporting his body weight and was now lying between Jaskier's legs.
Then he felt his human's fingers card through his hair.
Slowly, he turned to face Jaskier, who looked right back with a soft smile.

"That was magical."
"Yeah... Love you."
"Again! Give me a chance!"

Geralt smiled at his lover's pout.

"Sorry, can I kiss it better?"
"You can try."

They both smiled into the kiss.